Storm in a teacup

A little thought as I drank my cup of tea in the front garden...the topic being rebellion...and thinking about a parent who is always critical, and whom a child can never really please. Is rebellion the kid’s way of thumbing his/her nose at the parent and trying to convince everybody that s/he doesn’t care, or is it a way of making it all tolerable because if you are doing everything as right as you can and are still getting criticised it must be because you yourself aren’t good enough for your parent , whereas if you are doing everything wrong, you can believe the dissatisfaction is warranted and is aimed only at your actions. The third option which may or may not eventually occur to the kid is that it is the parent who has the problem. Good things for mulling, cups of tea.



Nibble nibble little mousie...

Last night a little bandit nibbled off some beans which had JUST popped their heads above ground. Having sprayed with garlic for bugs and copper something for slugs and snails, today I sprayed with mint for mice...but decided to also invest in a live mouse trap so I can relocate the culprit a good few kilometres away.

Wanting to find a shop selling them, I Googled “mouse trap live sydney”.

Any luck? I got...

“See Liza Minnelli Live, in Sydney”

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On the mend

Shadow Land

I’ve had a cold which is why I haven’t blogged for a while, but am on the mend! I’ve treated it with multiple cups of tea and a lot of reading...I learned that there’s a bacterium with tiny magnets in it. Just think - If I hadn’t had a cold, I’d never have known....and you might never have known. Wow!

Today I hung 10 paintings in the Gordon branch of Westpac Bank...if customers are happy about them then possibly they’ll stay longer than the trial of a month. It was quite surreal when I’d finished to look around and have the bank feeling like my house.

I’ve been painting again and am having a lot of fun with an opalescent paint that catches the light at different angles which means that as the light in the room changes, so does the painting.

And...SOMEBODY has been nibbling my baby spinach plants! I’ve sprayed with garlic in case it was bugs, sprayed with Copper stuff in case it was slugs and snails, but last night little bits were left behind looking suspiciously like a mouse or rat is the culprit - so tonight I lock the seedlings in the aviary I use as a toolshed. Take THAT! It’s getting dark- better go and do it

!Woodland

Pup-E-mail


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The other day I received an email from the new puppy chez a friend of mine. She has obviously grasped not only the language but also keyboards and basic electronic communication which I think is pretty fine. The wedding dress alluded to is one which my friend has made for a person on a diet, therefore needing judicious refitting and discussing at regular intervals. It has been an interesting and ongoing topic of conversation...I was recently sent a photo. The Emma mentioned is the pup’s much older but still very bouncy half-sister.

P.S. I have checked with the puppy, Meg, and she is quite OK with me reproducing our correspondence here. She did raise a few issues regarding copyright but had already done a search on the internet so they were easily negotiated. The internet, for all of its myriad faults, does have the odd advantage. I’m sure when I was nine weeks old I would have had a great deal more difficulty researching copyright issues. I wonder if the young of today have any idea how much they are taking for granted...


On 30/09/2009, at 11:12 PM, MEG wrote:




How bold am I.  9 weeks and I have conquered the stairs thus making my Mom get slimmer and slimmer with keeping up with me.  I am faster than Emma and having two sets of stairs is really fun.

 
Meg.




Hi Meg,

Thanks for the note. Wow, well done re the stairs. Have you tried hiding her shoes? That can be a fun game too.

And nice to meet you. You have found yourself a wonderful home, so well done for that as well. I guess you don't know much about wedding dresses yet but the one at your house is pretty fabulous. It can be your yardstick (we actually use metres these days but the expression requires imperial measure...I'm not sure how many paws that it...funnily, horses are measured in hands and they don't even have any - you may see a horse one day - be prepared - they're big but I understand their poops smell great) for wedding dresses from now on.

Bye for now,

Kerry